Page 40 of Irresistible Little Ivy

She went to hit me, but I caught her hand and easily held it in place.

Sometimes my girl liked it rough, so I gauged her reaction as I jerked her arm up and held it in place. “You hit me, and I’ll hit you back.”

The bow of her upper lip twitched, but she lowered her arm. “You’re disgusting.”

“Well, I guess that answers that question. No woman whose had the pleasure of coming from being licked and sucked would call me disgusting. They’d be wondering if I knew how to make them come. They’d want to know if I was the kind of guy to go down on a girl and make her shout his name. A man whoenjoysgoing down on a woman.” I leaned forward a little bit, invading her personal space. “Ivy, do you even know what it feels like to have a man who knows what he’s doing work your body?”

I held her tight, trapping her against me with my legs and arms. She gave a little struggle, but it was mostly wiggling her butt against my erection. I gave her neck a sharp bite and she gasped in alarm.

“What are you doing, Caleb! Let me go. This isn’t funny. And you know I haven’t.”

I gave her neck a long lick, making her arch with a moan. “That’s right, you haven’t. Do you want to?”

She froze, her entire body vibrating with tension. Ivy loved being tempted to be bad. In real life she’d never given in, but here-in the safety of our role play, she could. I loved being the ultimate temptation for her. Heady stuff for a Dom like myself.

“I won’t tell anyone,” I coaxed as I ran my lips over her ear, barely grazing the skin, smiling as she involuntarily shivered. “Come on, Ivy. You’ll still be a virgin afterwards. I promise.”

“How,” her voice caught when I tightened my grip on her arms, restraining her, “how can you make me orgasm without sex?”

I smiled against her hair, my gaze on the sturdy coffee table that held a few surprises. “I have my ways. I could explain it, but you would be better off experiencing it.”

Suddenly she struggled, almost getting free before I had her restrained again. “Let me go, I’m not a slut.”

“No one said you are,” I soothed her, easing my grip on her arms so I could stroke her soft skin. “I’m offering to make you feel really good, no strings attached. No one will ever know. Your brother and parents are at a wrestling tournament four hours away. They won’t be back for a long time.”

Bit by bit she softened against me. “We really shouldn’t. This is weird. We grew up together.”

“Sure did. And I’ve watched you grow into a very beautiful girl.” I pressed my erection against her ass, loving the soft give of her body. “Trust me, Ivy. I just want to show you what it feels like to come. Aren’t you curious?”

“A little bit,” she whispered, her face tucked against the couch. “But I should only orgasm with my husband. I’m waiting to orgasm until marriage.”

I snorted against the top of her head as she shook with a silent giggle.

“Little girl, I guarantee you that your future husband isn’t resisting the urge to jack off in order to save himself for marriage.”

“Oh,” she said through a suppressed laugh, “you are just horrible.”

“You have no idea how horrible I can be,” I lied. She knew exactly how kinky I could be and she loved it. “But, I can also be very, very good. Let me be good to you, Ivy. Let me treat you right.”

Those words came from the bottom of my soul, role playing or not.

“Okay,” she whispered. “But just this once. And you can’t tell anyone, ever.”

“Awesome,” I said as I abruptly sat up with a grunt and placed her on her feet standing next to the couch. “Lie down on the coffee table.”

I’d surprised her so much she broke character. “I’m sorry, did you say lie down on the coffee table?”

“Yep.” I gave her a gentle push. “Down you go.”

“Why”—she held my hands as I positioned her how I wanted her on the six foot by four foot table made of dark, dense wood—“am I lying on this cold, uncomfortable surface instead of the nice, soft couch?”

“Because I can’t trust myself with you on a couch. I’ll fuck you for sure. Won’t be able to stop myself.”

She sat up on her elbows while I pulled out one of the drawers of the table. It was filled with various ropes and restraints, almost all of them new. I didn’t want Ivy to see everything inside, so I grabbed what I wanted and closed it before she could get a good look. When I held up four straps with padded cuffs at one end, and a clip on the other, Ivy giggled.

“Oh my god, please tell me this table doesn’t have hidden restraints. Caleb, is this a sex table?”

I smiled at her as I hit a hidden switch on the interior of the table’s front leg. Big, solid eyebolts slid out of the wood at six different points along the side of the table. And two on top and bottom for good measure. Ivy enjoyed being restrained, and I happened to know a local guy named Colton Reed who made the most exquisite sex furniture that could pass for normal decor.

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